Sam-Ring a Ding Ding

So I show up at work with a new ring on my thumb and I get looks and comments like I just added a third eyeball to my face. And everyone who has seen it wants to know why I’m wearing it.

Is it because I’m trying to be hip and cool? Is it because it says something about my manhood? Am I going through another midlife crisis?

No sir and no ma’am! It’s because I like it…plain and simple. For a while now…and I mean a while…like years…I’ve wanted a thumb ring. Twice I’ve worn the wedding ring. Twice I’ve worn class rings. As a tween I used to wear a pinky ring. Now I wanted a thumb ring.

I know when something openly changes about a person it brings questions, queries and comments…but really there is nothing here. Sure I think there is a bit of coolness it imparts and maybe some kinda fashion statement, but I’m in it for my own personal satisfaction.

You buy a pair of shoes you like. You add a couple extra earrings because you want to. Your car was chosen by you because it’s the one you wanted. I’ve chosen to finally get myself a thumb ring for all these reasons and nothing else.

I’m not trying to be flamboyant or impress the chicks or trying to grab some piece of youthfulness. I like it.

Granted, I’m not perfect…I have made some mistakes in fashions and accessories over the years. I’ve added gold chains and necklaces when I probably should not have. Two years ago I dyed my hair black on my birthday. In hindsight it was probably a mistake. That night (in New Orleans) it was great. But then…ooops…what was I thinking. The ugly sun tattoo…I wish I could go back and choose something else, but I can’t. Despite all these things and more, I’ve lived and learned. And if after a while I realize the thumb ring isn’t for me then I’ll take it off, store it somewhere and move on…no harm, no foul.

And no stereotyping please…the ring doesn’t make me anything that I’m not. I am who I am. My dad has a pinky ring. Does that make him a member of the mafia? Not that I know of…heck, we’re not even Italian.

I may be complicated, I may be moody, I may have my issues and be a bit weird and troubled…but if the ring makes ME happy, then let me be and let me wear it.

Did I mention it’s titanium, light as a feather and it looks pretty on my thumb?